Living a dream

Do you truly see me for the heart that I bear?

Sometimes I fade away into myself,

sometimes I cry for what I feel.

Can the depths of hell hold me closer than you?

The way you love me more than divine,

the truth you never say my dream.

If I have nothing left to gain or to lose, why do I live?

Each moment we share as one makes my path new,

completed yesterday to be made new today.

Do you see my eyes as my soul screams your name?

In all that you do I find the beauty beyond reasoning,

all fates twist together forming our love.

Can my pictures become more than this crazy dream?

Touched by sharpness dulling the senses left in my hands,

making what is broken whole within your arms.

Do I know love only because of your eyes?

How you see me made me who I am in your mirror,

reflection falling into reality this light.

How can I possibly fear what is always unexpected in your touch?

Like the first time you ever looked at me,

the very first kiss I stole from your heart.

In a patch of clovers resting, do you find me still?

Growing into friendship our love fiery waters cold,

not letting go my eyes see all that is deep inside of you.

I wake up to a dream each time I wake up next to you.















Johnny Newell